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‘’Is that tough enough for you… or are we going to have to arm wrestle?’’
Jack remembers the look on her face as she said it. The challenge. The confidence. The absolute certainty that she would win.
Jack remembers the determination in her eye, burning hotter than the surface of the sun- like acid running through his veins.
He wanted her in that moment.
His only thought was taking her, regardless of their audience.
Jack wanted to smell her.
He wanted to see her sweat.
Jack could tell that she wanted that too.
It's just really too bad the general was there.
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The only sound present was a soft slurping.
Carter suckled him harshly, cheeeks hollow and bruning with effort. Saliva pooled in her mouth- forced out with every thrust.
She inhaled through gaps made by his shaft being thicker in some places and not in others- thankful that it let her desperately inahle her spit before it could cause damage.
Carter did not want to stain her dress shirt. She did, after all, have to meet the general soon, and she couldn’t afford him knowing what had transpired.
It would be the end of her career.
The end of both their careers.
Hands gripped Carter's head harshly. Her throat burned, her eyes watered and her scalp was on fire.
Carter failed to find the will to care, completely consumed by the sickeningly sweet and salty taste that leaked from the tip of his cock. It was opium and she simply couldn't get enough.
She was overwhelmed with sensation despite only being able to feel the firmness of his shaft.
She found herself caught in a vortex of feeling and realised, but uncaring of its consequences; her world was zeroing in onto nothing but the firmness repeatedly plunging into her mouth.
She was losing.
Carter couldn't get enough. Whimpering helplessly against Jack's cock, unable to decide whether she wanted him to push deeper- over the edge of consciousness- or make Jack stop so she could feel his shaft sliding gloriously against other sensitive places.
Jack's ears jumped at the feel of delicate hands sliding up his legs, settling on the back of his knees- holding him firmly in place.
Nails dug into his sensitive flesh, causing a jolt to rush up his spine- he wants her to do it again
Thank god Carter was holding him, because he thought his knees were going to give out.
Slurping sounds contined to fill the void that was the room, turning them both on more at the utter filth of the thought.
Carter was losing, which was at any cost unacceptable. It was time to turn the tables. Give in to win, she told herself.
Carter wanted to taste all he had to give- her cunt could wait its turn.
Jack felt the exact moment she decided enough was enough; the tip of a soldering tongue reached out and tickled his balls, making him just shy of cumming on the spot.
Jack fell forward, his abdomen taking purchase against the top of Carter's head- chest heaving and hands unable to grip her golden locks any tighter.
Carter could feel the tables turning. Thr power shifting. The light making the shadows of his victory retreat.
She could feel every pulse of his cock against her, and when she felt him give a powerful twitch -she knew. It was almost over.
She reached out and tickled him again, mouth still full of him. He exhaled sharply- eyes squeezed closed and teeth forced together.
Up until his point, Jack, although being rough, had been merciful and had not attempted to push past the barrier of her throat- unknowing of if she was capable and unwilling to risk his pleasure in the chance that it was off-limits or simply not possible- he thought he would just train her another time.
Jack was not prepared for this. No man would have seen this coming in a hundred throusand years from Carter- the science woman who admittedly handnt held a cock in two years prior to this.
So it came as no surprise when his eyes snapped open at the feeling of soft lips pressing against his naval and sudden pressure against the head of his cock. Jack realized with difficulty that she had just swallowed him into the depths of her throat in one deep breath.
Jack shook- it was over, she had won.
Jack didnt care. He had no sense of the world beyond that of Carters soft throat. He would happily stay here, he thought.
Carter had smiled wickedly around his cock, knowing he was unprepared but her mind was made up, vision set, and engines ready to go. She inhaled through her nose, swallowed, and relaxed- a practiced process she would never admit to.
He was enveloped slowly, the muscles in her throat protesting with every beat of her heart- but by god was she going to stop, the power rush had her on a high and she was loving it.
She kept the work up until she felt his balls twitch against her chin and Jack jerk violently at the sensation of her exhale against his skin.
He was cumming, He was cumming hard.
Spurts of thick semen rolled down her throat with every jerk of Jack's hips, forcing her head to bob back with each one- responsive. Needing.
She whined, trying to push closer to him. Knocking him slightly off balance with the animalistic need for more- temporarily blind to anything other than his semen and the need for more.
Carter needed release of her own and she needed it now- she feared she would burn up without it.
She had after all been dripping down her legs for a while now.
It was only when Jack stopped jerking that his eyes opened and he saw Carter's skirt had a moving bulge- she was touching herself he realized- her eyes closed and throat contracted.
Carter jerked in an orgasm of her own; two fingers buried to the knuckle in her slick cunt and her thumb working furiously at her clit.
She choked on his cock through her orgasm, breathing in short gasps through her nose and muffled grunts, a single tear slipping down her left cheek in the intensity of it all.
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Jack pulled his hips back softly, fully aware of how sore Carter must be.
She went with the motion, his cock retreating from her throat being more pleasurable than she had thought it would be. She was sad that it was leaving her- for a moment irrationally thinking it could stay nestled there forever. If only.
Carter rose from her knees slowly, stiff and reddened from the weight bared upon them and the rest of her body feeling sensitive to even the stale room around them.
Where were they? Carter had no idea, no memory other than that of the cock that she could now see was soft before her. She decided it didn't matter. She didn't care.
Had she won? By the soreness she felt in her throat and the clear shake of her knees, she was sure of the answer.
They made eye contact, both aware that Carter had kept true to her word.
It may not have been an arm wrestle, but she had certainly won.
She couldn't wait to do it again.
Jack smiled- thinking the same.
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They left the communal lockerroom relatively well put together. Shirts slightly wrinkled- but nothing someone would notice without serious thought.
Jack made sure to take down the out-of-order poster as they walked away. Tucking it behind a bench where he knew he would find it easily again.
He just hoped they'd have more time to arm wrestle in the future.